just a girl finding her way

Post navigation

Life is a Gingerbread House…

When you buy this Gingerbread House Kit for five bucks or maybe more (if you bought it in advance or something) you tend to think you’re going to do big things.

A gingerbread mansion! A condo! A Hawaiian Gingerbread paradise with tiny gummy sharks and grand palm trees. A ski lodge! There are many possibilities for these gingerbread panels and sugary icing.

You put in a lot of time and effort, you get icing everywhere. There’s gumdrops on the floor, the roof is falling off of your gingerbread creation and there’s icing on your forehead somehow and what is there to show for it?

Something like this:

A totally suck ass gingerbread creation….

No one can tell you worked a long time to create it and you had this vision in your mind of an amazing product yet, as always, here is the disappointing result. Even growing up I cannot remember ever successfully constructing a beautiful and picturesque gingerbread but is that really what making a gingerbread house is all about?

I don’t think so. Making a gingerbread house is about the experience, not the final product. Who cares if you can make the freaking MoMA or Trump Estate out of cookies and sugar? No one, really. Of course it looks nice on Instagram but ultimately it’ll end up in the trash.

Making gingerbread houses is about the eventual surrender. It’s about seeing how many candies you can stick to the roof before it collapses. It’s about having icing fights and laughing about the finish product.

I’m not saying everyone’s life is a suck ass gingerbread house but think about it. Don’t we all aspire to be something amazing but then end up not amazing at all? Isn’t the road to a suck ass gingerbread house much more fun than the road to a pristine one that you intricately crafted over hours and hours?

I don’t know about you, but I’d rather laugh and be merry and end up with a crappy gingerbread house than be serious and careful and end up with a gingerbread mansion. Maybe that’s just me.

The point is, life’s not about where you end up. We won’t all be famous singers or cure cancer or change the world and, you know what? That’s okay. It’s okay to be a crappy gingerbread house—at the end of the day the unappealing gingerbread house and the gingerbread mansion are made of the same stuff and they’ll end up in the same place—the trash can.

You won’t end up in a trash can, though. Maybe this metaphor is going a bit too far. You get what I mean though, right? Live life and be merry! Screw perfection. Merry Christmas.